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It was a great place pre strike. Marras were made for life. It wouldn’t bother me going back down there but I’m far too old.Would you apply for that job today if they were still open?
It seems like really hard work with all the dust and crouching down.
Massive respect to those that did the hard graft.
Penny for your thoughts, what was it like?It was a great place pre strike. Marras were made for life. It wouldn’t bother me going back down there but I’m far too old.
Would you apply for that job today if they were still open?
It seems like really hard work with all the dust and crouching down.
Massive respect to those that did the hard graft.
I was there a couple of weeks ago. I need to go back.Get yersel to Beamish, they've got an old shaft open there
I don't think you would get a signal.What would the wifi be like?
It really wasn’t that bad. Main roadways had plenty of height. You rode to the face on a conveyor belt or a loco even. Okay there was no lighting, bogs or running water, but that just made you more self sufficient in yourself. You learned teamwork and you all had a role to play to make everything work. Any shyness you had was soon dispelled. You made mates for life. The craic was great and the pisstaking relentless. Those of us who learned trades down there really benefited when we left the industry. Yes it could be noisy and dirty at times but it could also be very serene at times. Turn your cap lamp off and see what true darkness is like. I always said that when I started I went from having one dad to having many. Great times and helped shape me to be the adult I became.Penny for your thoughts, what was it like?
It really wasn’t that bad. Main roadways had plenty of height. You rode to the face on a conveyor belt or a loco even. Okay there was no lighting, bogs or running water, but that just made you more self sufficient in yourself. You learned teamwork and you all had a role to play to make everything work. Any shyness you had was soon dispelled. You made mates for life. The craic was great and the pisstaking relentless. Those of us who learned trades down there really benefited when we left the industry. Yes it could be noisy and dirty at times but it could also be very serene at times. Turn your cap lamp off and see what true darkness is like. I always said that when I started I went from having one dad to having many. Great times and helped shape me to be the adult I became.
For us tradesman life was very canny. You need to appreciate this was the modern mechanised coal industry and the days of the hewer with his pickaxe were a thing of the past. The NCB had great apprenticeships. I won’t go into the politics of what happened in 84/85 as that should be for another thread, but what an adventure those 12 months were. I refer to it as my gap year. As a 21 year old lad looking for an adventure, I certainly found it.Total respect mate.
Your Football Club built around people like you and what some stories you must have.
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